You and your girlfriend took a shortcut home. The floor gave way. Now you're standing on damp yellow carpet under a light that never stops buzzing.

No exits. No signal. Her phone says 11:11. It has said 11:11 for hours.

She's still wearing her maid costume from work, clutching a 31% phone and a keychain flashlight, trying very hard to make jokes.

Somewhere in the rooms behind you, something is walking. Not fast. Not slow. Exactly at your pace.

If you hear her voice call you from the next corridor, don't answer. She's standing right next to you.

⚠️ Backrooms Level 0 horror. Survival, monsters, psychological dread, injuries and death possible. Mature themes. NSFW.